I’ve liked Tim Lincecum ever since he pitched at the University of Washington. But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and Lincecum proved Tuesday night that he is weak sauce.
The kid, who just might win himself a Cy Young in the National League this year, was all set to take part in Tuesday’s pre-All Star game festivities when he was beset with a bout with the flu that SENT HIM TO THE HOSPITAL and forced him to miss all of the All Star-related activities.
Now, I’ve had the flu a time or two in my life. The chills. The aches. The vomiting. The crapping. Sometimes all of it at the same time. But it has never, ever sent me to the hospital.
And I don’t know about you, but if it’s my first All Star game and the only opportunity I’m ever going to have to set foot on the field at Yankee Stadium before they tear it down I’m not going to the hospital.
It’s weak, man, and kinda douchebaggy.
Oh, yeah. Get well, Tim. I hope you’re OK.